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Stable

01 Apr

naked girl on horse

Stable

.

We shall meet

in the close, cramped,

tack-room dark where,

for almost an hour

I have shared the tight space

with saddles and hats,

bridles & bits.

.

The pungent odour

of horse and leather

and something sweeter

has made me heady,

has made me dizzy,

has made me hard

and tight in my jeans.

Waiting for you.

.

I can hear the horse

in the next stall

noisily shifting

his fifteen hands

on thin, muscular legs.

Hooves striking concrete

through soft smelling straw.

.

Your favourite mount

is soft mouthed

and compliant,

alert and responsive

to your hand on his flanks,

and your weight on his back,

your legs astride,

your legs open wide,

open so wide,

forgive me,

so wide.

.

I am leaning against

a smooth wooden table.

In the musty dark

my fingers have found

a dozen deep carvings

of passion and lust,

scratched in the wood,

ingrained with dust.

Names and arrows

and irregular hearts.

I cannot find ours.

Why can’t I find ours?

.

The surface is full

of today’s coats and tack,

still damp from the hack

still fresh from your back.

My throat tightens

as I breath in your smell

and the muscles of my stomach

dance beneath my skin.

I want to begin.

I can’t wait to begin.

.

I have your crop

clutched firmly

in my hand.

It swishes and cuts

through the silence.

Tested on my thighs

its unexpected bite

makes me cry out aloud

With my eyes tight shut

I brush my face

with the whip,

with the loop at the tip.

I imagine its hiss,

its hot stinging kiss

its fierce burning kiss.

Just a flick of my wrist.

.

A rhythmic swishing

through the razor edged grass

signals your arrival.

Whinnying horses

confirm your presence.

And now, at this moment

my shirt feels clammy,

my breathing is unsteady.

My heart beat deafens.

I clutch at my chest

Be quiet.

Be quiet.

You must not hear me,

until I am ready.

Until I am ready.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I’m not sure where I found the photograph years ago, but to whomever, my apologies. I will remove it or credit it if you contact me.

Stable was inspired by my antique riding crop that I must admit in recent years has seen more action on delicious, submissive female behinds than on the flanks of equine mounts. My then lover was a keen rider and I remember waiting for her one early evening in that leather-rich tack room dark ….

Stable is one of my favourite ‘performance’ poems – by which I mean it was written to be spoken aloud rather than just read. Old blog friends will know this poem far too well but hopefully will allow me the indulgence of re-posting it once again.

 
11 Comments

Posted by on April 1, 2016 in D/s, Erotica, Lovers Past, Poetry

 

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11 responses to “Stable

  1. Leslie Meeks

    April 1, 2016 at 6:32 pm

    Your repost are always a delight. You know Stable is one of favorites by you. You recite it, with so much desire and passion. It’s breathtaking and always a pleasure to hear again.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  2. sweetcreature

    April 1, 2016 at 7:23 pm

    Waow My hear beats quickly, I can almost feel you… Wonderful writen, sensual, powerful, breathless…

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    Liked by 1 person

     
  3. angael2000 (@angael2000)

    April 2, 2016 at 1:47 am

    Enjoyed that a lot. Loved hearing the words spoken out loud. You are very good!

    Liked by 1 person

     
  4. redklwr2006 Kym

    April 2, 2016 at 2:15 pm

    I could listen over and over… Sensual visions dance through my mind as I hear your performance… Mmmmm

    Liked by 1 person

     
  5. Jonathan Caswell

    April 7, 2016 at 10:55 pm

    Oh…to be young again! 😀

    Like

     

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